Short Amnesty Poems

Have Trump Removed

From office we should have Trump removed;
When we do things will be greatly improved;
Once a calamity,
With no amnesty;
So soon our spirits will start being soothed.

Jim Horn...

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So rash and fresh the grave; 
and by this salute from immortality, 
that views my day's twilight.

And thou amnesty, one ear it pours, 
around my night's, good light.
That leads us back one turn, upon this day....

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What good is the confession
of a compelling woman of deceit
if devoid of remorse and consequence?

Karma has a greedy reach
annoyed by clergymen
arbitrarily marketing divine amnesty
like some bulk commodity
they can't give away....

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I released a valve,

protective porcelain,

brought a amnesty and sought the head metal,

wading story,

through frot and even friction,

that couldn't consummate me without a direction-

the galaxy is here as we're awaiting and non creating......

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You've got smoking synergy
I've been cloaking energy
We're a broken tapestry
We've got token chemistry
They'll be croaking amnesty
We'll be poking sanity
In your joking vanity
I'll be choking symmetry
You'll be stroking emnity
In my oaken ministry....

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Lord Make Me Invisible 
Lord Please Make Me Invisible
Let Me Fly Away From This Place
Let Me Leave Where I Am
Grant Me Wings So I May Fly
Let This Road Lead Somewhere Else
Lord Grant Me Amnesty 

I Am Heart Broken Again
Decimate The Weak They Say
I Will Be Destroyed

Lord Make Me Invisible...

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Counting them on one hand,
the fingers dismembered, 
but remembered 'siempre' and 
a day beyond that, because 
hardwired to give it, both body 
and soul, should anyone ASK, 
she was playing a role. She 
gives amnesty now, knowing 
needs were at odds in petitioning 
the gods: seeking Asclepius,
not Eros, desperate to heal....

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Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.

Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.

Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.

When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.

Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.


SATISH VERMA...

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Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.

Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.

Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.

When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.

Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.


SATISH VERMA...

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At first glance, scars can be ugly. Mine remind me of the war.
They are proving to be a testimony; giving me something to live for.
This life has not been easy, but another is to come.
I've placed my trust in Jesus, so my battle has already been won. 
I sin and fall short of His glory. But when I reach the end, I'll see King Jesus face to face. My Savior. My comforter. My friend....

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Generations of Betrayl

Long forsaken by his peers
Scarred by flames of burning tears
Abandoned by all love and hope
Lifeless carcass swinging rope
Lost in limbo reborn in sin
Outcast to his burdened kin
Fear of having happiness
Undeserving of its bliss
Endless time unhealed loss
Burden born upon the cross
His unforgiven amnesty
Carried for eternity

By: Jeremy Siedlecki...

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The clearing in the woods is where
I find solace and solitude

I call it “the glade” as it caresses
The covert, ceaseless, controlled calmness
That captures my core and character

Like a meditative mantra, 
It manumits the melancholy misery
Of mundane mortality

Quiet and still, the glade is an asylum 
For amnesty, absolution and 
Apology of the mind

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Today, I was missed by a bullet
fired by a sniper in Syria,  
a runaway train 10,000 miles from it, 
and every swing of the 
Grim Reaper’s scythe in between. 
A repeat of so many days 
of good coincidences.

Life is but an accident of time and geography,
we the beneficiaries of a random amnesty.

Tomorrow, I shall rise 
and raise song unto the vaulting blue 
for my privilege of sun....

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It was chillingly true.
You walked out-
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.

There were some very 
hard questions. Why- 
did you snap, 
while sparrows were mating ? 

Carnage. The roses 
were burning inside. The 
red cherries shriek and 
run for the amnesty.

On the terrace, the yellow 
moon descends for a- 
word. Why the nukes were 
pointed towards the spiders ?


Satish Verma...

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Rosemary's body shrinks
And looks strange, her facial expression
Changes, village doctor checks her ventrally
And declares she is a non-human.

The fact of the matter is that
She is pregnant with six-month old
Living fetus.
And the villagers expect a demon-snake
Would come out of her body
Proclaiming death.

So, they kill her as per rituals
prescribed for the occasion.

And amnesty for them is granted
By the King
For he knows the truth....

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O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.

Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –

on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home to fire, tending
the voiceless flora of a virgin rock.

The questions stand up, against
the black walls of silence. The blue birds
are going to fly in white desert.



Satish Verma...

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O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.

Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –

on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home to fire, tending
the voiceless flora of a virgin rock.

The questions stand up, against
the black walls of silence. The blue birds
are going to fly in white desert.



Satish Verma...

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A king walking with majesty,
Reflecting on their Dynasty:
A Legacy of Modesty;
Medals for shows of Honesty,
Quick grants to outlaws Amnesty
Zero case of Pederasty...

But now subjects eye Democracy,
On his brow glimpse Autocracy,
Prejudice now court;no mercy
Their hunger for change so racy 
Either they or change is crazy!
"Yes, I've seen they're now lazy!"
Kings should business reduce with charm,
Cease nobly holding subject's arm;
Start in this for seeing pure harm....

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Three crosses braved a forlorn hill,
Focused in vision, I liken to the one.
Though ages pass, I review it still,
It bore a thief, not God's only son.

While one evil doer paid Jesus scant heed,
From one cross, amnesty was sought.
Jesus forthwith pardoned his past deed,
In brevity of a wink paradise was bought.

Once seeing myself and this thief the same,
I discerned the centers communique to me.
That hope was abrogated, lest from here it came,
And albeit, salvation was pricey, twas also free....

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you can say i love you,
a million times and one.
but theres nothing you can say to me,
that will change the things you've done.
it pains me to reject you,
it really truly does.
but i'm just trying to protect myself,
from what already was.
babe you know i care for you,
so much that it hurts to say - 
loving you is way too stressful.
such a costly price to pay,
for every doleful tear i shed,
so arduous to admit.
for every callous word you said,
but id have to say its been worth it....

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